Archive for July, 2011
Ah yes. Tithe Barn. The scene of many of my most interesting crimes. Its been a few weeks since I set foot on it hallowed ground but just over a week until I return…twice. This week its Emily and Pete. A nurse and a teacher. Two people our country relies on. Respect. Look out for more from Emily and Pete’s Tithe Barn wedding at the END of next week.
Its been a while since I did a Family Friday. In fact, these images are a few weeks old and did appear on my Facebook page. Sorry if you’ve seen them before. Bed time at the Burress’.
Did you hear the one about the Irishman who got lost on the way from the pub to the church? You will….
The day starts all rather calmly. London weddings always scare me a little. I know…Richmond and Kew aren’t REALLY London. Well, to me they are. As London as anything else I get to. The traffic, the crazy pedestrians. Seriously, I get the eebiejeebies. So Darren and I arrive nice and early here, checking out the location of the church and the pub for the boys long before we needed to be there. Perhaps I’m alone in my general caution in relation to London weddings.
Louise and Sam met me last fall at Mercedes Benz World. An odd place for a meeting. Sadly neither of us were there to buy a car. I had always hoped that they would book. There something about his hair and her smiley personality that said “this could work”. Luckily for me, they did and that’s where our little story begins.
The Groom and a large contingent of guests all started at The Roebuck, high up on Richmond Hill. The plan being that the crowd would move, en mass, to the church near the bottom of the hill. Conversely I started in a quiet street just outside of Twickenham, The Home of English Rugby. I’m guessing this may have been intentional as I bumped into a few pictures of Sam in his rugby kit and they did have Jerusalem as a hymn. So far, so good.
I dash off back to Richmond to see the last of the guests arrive and be ready for Louise’s arrival as well. I walk into the church to find 2 people. Those two being the Groom and the Best Man. But wait a minute…its 8 minutes to 2. We kick off in 8 minutes. Quickly a few more folks arrive in the form of ushers who decide “let’s call back to the ladies and tell them to hold fire”. Too late, they are already en route. Suddenly a flood of guests arrive and I’m guessing this is all going to plan. 2 minutes, 1 minute…2pm. Apparently there are a few more guests to come. OK…it happens. Meanwhile the Priest reminds us all to double check that our mobile phones are OFF. Anyone who has a phone that goes off is promised by Father that he will ‘kill them’. Umm…ok. Perhaps not the kind of Priest I want to cross. Passive, yet effective. Finally at 5 past a call is put out. It would appear that those last ‘few’ guests turn out to be an entire row and all from Louise’s Irish contingent. It would seem that upon leaving the pub, they made a wrong turn and were, in fact, heading completely the opposite way. Thankfully, the compass corrected itself and soon we were underway.
The rest of the day went off without incident. Kew Gardens did their best to wow everyone with the guests enjoying a trip on the Kew Explorer shortly after the last speech whilst we got to visit a few of the landmark locations for a few portraits.
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HP7c – The Dress at the Top of the Stairs
A twist of pepper, a dash of balsamic and a Choo of shoes
I know, if I had hair I’d let my little sister decide on how to wear it…but I don’t have hair or a little sister
Upon realising how we too were amused at the answer to the question “so who got you those lovely earrings” — “I DID!”, Louise retorts
Its was either funny or there was an errant nail sticking out of the pew
Time waits for no man…but the Priest waits for the lost Irish tourists
Sunflowers…the theme of the day
A brief stop back up on Richmond Hill – a special place for the Lou and Sam
Speech al fresco
Inside the lovely Cambridge Cottage dining room
I want his job!
And a few from Darren
Woman breaks shoe, spends day walking backwards…that is all
Better late than never. Jo and Mark’s wedding at Moor Golf Club took place at the beginning of the month. It was one of two clients, who upon getting married, were moving off to the southern hemisphere within weeks of the wedding. Because of this I decided that I would take the time investment in blogging upfront and use it to push on to complete images so that they could take the final product back with them to Oz and NZ. The first of these is Mark and Jo who were married at Moor Park Golf Club. This golfing oasis inside the M25. Its hard to believe you are as close to London as you are when you look out over the rolling hills, fairways and greens. Moor Park itself is very exclusive. Houses the size of Tesco and the area comes complete with its own London Overground station. Membership has its privileges.
It all started at Heathrow. Very appropriate. The new Sofitel at Terminal 5. A rather impressive hotel. I could spend a few hours in there with my camera and a Bride. Sadly this wasn’t to be as things ran a little later than expected. Best laid plans and all that. I have to say I was a bit nervous hitting the M25 on a Saturday afternoon at 1:15pm. Luckily Tom Tom live said it was all good and .. it was. Once at Moor Park we could get down to business. The mansion house is, and I don’t mean this with an disrespect, a bit too grand for a golf course club house. It wouldn’t be out of place in a period drama to be honest. That’s not to say its all about the golf. Inside, the entry hall is grand to say the least. There are some spectacular spaces. The golf and the wedding don’t ever bump into each other (minus the toilets). So it really doesn’t matter. In fact, none of it matters, I’m just thinking out loud.
The wedding was heartfelt and personal with family flying in from Colombia. Nothing more surprising than meeting Jo, hearing her London-esque accent, hear a knock at the door and within seconds she’s going at 100mph in Spanish. Even more surprising when you didn’t know this before hand. Amazing really. Mark is a Doctor. A flying one. Specialising in helicopter based medicine. Why does MASH come to mind. Perhaps not. In any event Mark pulled a rabbit out of hat with personal video messages from family in Colombia and friends from their previous stint in Oz. I suspect that they are already there (Oz that is). How could you leave this lovely English summer :)
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James Choo Choo
You lookin’ at me?
Mum and the dress
Dad, left in the hall, practices his speech
Seeing Jo for the first time
FOB gets greedy
See…I said it was pretty cool inside the Moor Park Mansion House
This is the first floor mezzanine…below us is the entry hall. Spectacular architecture
Not sure Mum is impressed (bottom left)
Fill up my cup…mazel tov
When in doubt as to what to include in your Best Man’s speech…consult Bob
Watching those emotional home videos from the absent friends
I’ll have what he’s having!
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If you’re feeling intense de ja vu then you could be forgiven. See, I was back at The Barn at Bury Court Barn in Surrey again on Saturday. This was the third of seven trip there this year. There’s a great feeling when you arrive at a venue you know well. Always getting the most appropriate parking space (minor), knowing exactly what you will do if it rain (medium) and a smile and a hello and a genuine ‘how are you doing?’ from the folks at BCB (major). As Carole King (and James Taylor and Wet Wet Wet — plus ooddles more) said…”you’ve got a friend.” Like that song, I’ve been there winter, spring summer and fall.
Nina never flinched. Time was just a passing thing. Kind of nice every now and then to not be looking at the watch thinking “this is never going to start on time” (FWIW, not that it matters to me…I just hate seeing folks get worked up). I think planning is her thing. Well executed it was too. Oliver’s thing is something all together different. Football. No, not some boyhood fantasy still trying to find its way out long past it…but real Football. Oliver develops football training (at least that’s what I think I recall). In any event its like a proper job in footie. How cool is that. Together they make a perfect couple with contrast just in the right places. Contrast is a good thing. Trust me, I know.
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Starting off with a few details. I don’t think weddings are all about details but seeing a few ideas never hurst (oohh…that was a typo but I’m not gonna change it…given the whole football thing – karma)
The anvil and the fleur
Deep in thought with the woman of mystery
She’s livin’ in a box….she’s livin’ in a cardboard box
Oliver’s Dad read a fabulous reading…quite emotional really
People…more interesting than details surely!
On of the COOLEST table plans ever!
I’ve developed a taste for sepia lately
The Barn at Bury Court has a most spectacular garden
Getting down with the Jubilee Trio (which you may remember from Emma and Darren’s wedding at the Compleat Angler)
I know music isn’t for everybody…but this guy may need more lessons than normal
They say that imitation…
…is the best form of flattery
Vanilla once said…light, light baby
One little, two little…
…three little Best Men (ok, two actually)
They were surprised to find themselves in a lifesize Hornby train village
what can you play? He plays the saxophone…and pretty damn well I might add!
I love that girl at the top! Taking dancing to a whole new level!
AND JUST ONE FROM DARREN
Which is kind of cruel given he took a lot more…but its not actually one. In fact, I was looking through these and thought to myself “damn…I was pretty good to stick with that and see the whole sequence”. No kidding Rob…they ain’t your photos! I’m not so sure about the fish he caught though!